GBP Chapter 472: Conflict at the Yiyu North Club
Chapter 472: Conflict at the Yiyu North Club
Yelu Feng, who fell to the ground, could just see Dema's face clearly.
Her eyes were wide open, and blood was oozing out of her ears, eyes, nose and mouth. She looked very scary.
Yelu Feng's eyes widened in horror, and he couldn't help but exclaimed, "Roland, Dema is dead!"
At this moment, Goerile, who was grinning playfully, didn't take Yelufeng's words seriously at all. He still smiled at Nalan Yilan with a lecherous look and said, "Sister Nalan, today..."
Before she could finish her words, Nalan Yilan's heart tightened when she heard Yelu Feng's exclamation, and her anger instantly reached its peak.
Her eyebrows were raised, her eyes were wide open, and she suddenly raised her foot and kicked Gozel out with all her strength.
Goerile was over eight feet tall, with a broad back and strong arms, and his hands were as big as palm-leaf fans.
If he hadn't drunk a little too much today, and hadn't reacted slowly and been caught off guard, Lan Yilan wouldn't have been able to gain any advantage from that kick.
After being kicked, he just took a few steps back and fell to the ground. With the help of his companions, he was able to stand up staggeringly, without showing any sign of injury.
Lan Yilan leaned over anxiously to check on Dema's condition, and with trembling fingers she probed her nostrils for breath. As Yelu Feng had said, Dema was no longer breathing.
The status of maids on the grassland is like that of slaves, but there are still differences between slaves.
Dema is not only a member of the Xiongnu tribe on the grassland, but also a playmate who has been with Nalan Yilan since childhood. They have spent countless happy times together and their feelings have long been inseparable.
In Nalan Yilan's heart, Dema has long been like her own family. Even if she cannot be considered a blood relative, she is at least her cherished private property.
Now she watched Dema die at the hands of the notorious Gozhile. Lan Yilan felt an uncontrollable and nameless rage burning in her heart, as if it wanted to burn the whole world to ashes.
She stared at the still-swaying Gozhile with her eyes, and like an angry lioness, she rushed forward without hesitation and aimed at his chest, ready to kick him again.
Unexpectedly, Gozel was already on guard at this time.
A hint of cunning flashed in his lustful eyes. He raised his hand and accurately blocked Lan Yilan's foot, and took the opportunity to hold it tightly.
An extremely obscene smile appeared on his face, and his lustful eyes kept looking at Lan Yilan like a poisonous snake, as if he wanted to kill her right there.
He was still mumbling, "Haha, you still want to kick me, wait until I carry you back and teach you what it means to be unable to die."
The person in charge of the club is Hu Yanzhan, who can be considered a member of the Northern Xiongnu tribe.
Although the Huyan clan has almost separated from the Northern Xiongnu over the years, they still consider themselves Northern Xiongnu people in their bones.
Seeing Lan Yilan and Yelu Feng being bullied, he hurried forward and tried to act as a peacemaker.
He smiled broadly and tried to speak in a gentle tone, "Gorile, we all came here to enjoy the grassland. No matter what, we can't break the rules."
However, Gojile, who was obsessed with sex at the moment, was no longer willing to listen to other people's advice.
He glared at Hu Yanzhan fiercely, his eyes spitting fire, and shouted, "Go squat in the corner over there. You have no right to speak here."
Although Huyanzhan is a businessman, he is also a member of the Huyan tribe and is not the kind of soft persimmon that can be easily bullied.
He is not like Gojile, who feels superior just because his sister married Huxietu, a second-generation rich man.
He also felt a surge of anger in his heart, thinking: Who isn't a man from the grassland, a bird-raising and falconry breed? Who wants to be bullied like this?
He immediately turned hostile and responded loudly without showing any weakness: "Since you are from my grassland, I will give you face and let you play. If I don't give you face, I will destroy your tribe."
At this time, Yelu Feng also got up from the ground in a mess. He was angry and hateful, and whispered a few words to his men around him.
The men understood and quietly retreated.
He suddenly pulled out a dagger from his arms, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and stabbed directly at Gozhile's back.
Goerile, who was a little annoyed by Hu Yanzhan's scolding, still held Lan Yilan's leg tightly in his hand and was about to raise his leg to kick her.
Suddenly, he keenly felt someone approaching from behind, and a chill ran down his spine.
Before he could react, one of his followers, named Tieri Khan, saw what Yelu Feng was doing and shouted, "Gojile, get out of the way!"
As he spoke, he desperately reached out to stop Yelu Feng.
Yelu Feng was originally determined to assassinate Goerle with the death penalty, but unexpectedly, a person suddenly appeared beside him and rushed towards him.
Out of instinct, he swung his hand and slashed with the knife. In an instant, the sharp dagger cut a shocking gash in Tieerhan's chest, and blood gushed out like a stream.
When Goerile turned around and saw that Yelu Feng dared to assassinate him, he was immediately furious. He put down Lan Yilan's leg and was determined to teach this guy a lesson.
Unexpectedly, Nalan Yilan, who had just been put down, had a flash of determination in her eyes. She quickly picked up the wine jar on the table, raised it high, and smashed it hard on Gozhile's head with all her strength.
"Snap..." With a crisp sound, the wine jar broke instantly, and the maroon juice flowed down Gozelle's head.
Bright red blood quickly seeped out from beneath the residue on his head, flowing rapidly down along his hairline, leaving horrific marks on his hideous face.
Goerile was completely furious this time. People had been trying to harm him both before and after, especially that girl Lan Yilan, who dared to hit him with a wine jar.
Having been kicked before, he was now hit hard again. He felt that his dignity was greatly challenged.
Uncle can be tolerated but Aunt cannot be tolerated.
His eyes were red like a mad beast. He opened his hands as big as a palm fan, wanting to grab Lan Yilan and torture her.
Suddenly, a stern shout came from the gate: "Don't hurt our master!" The voice was like a loud bell, echoing in the club.
The person who came was Qiu She, the leader of Nalan Yilan's guards. He was followed by two guards who came hurriedly.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Lan Yilan hitting Goerile with a wine jar. Then he saw Goerile's ferocious face as if he wanted to hurt his master, so he shouted anxiously.
When Lan Yilan heard Qiu She's voice, it was as if she saw a ray of light in the darkness. She quickly dodged Gojile's palm-leaf fan-sized hand and ran desperately in the direction of the voice, shouting:
"Qiu She, kill him and avenge Dema."
When Qiu She heard that Goerile was going to be killed, he was slightly stunned.
But when he heard the words about revenge for Dema, an ominous premonition quickly came over his mind like a dark cloud.
He subconsciously looked around, and in an instant, his eyes fixed on Dema, who was lying on the ground. He saw blood flowing from Dema's ears, nose and mouth, lying there motionless.
In an instant, Qiu She opened his mouth and let out a miserable scream.
"Ah..." The voice was filled with grief and anger, as if it would shake the entire club down.
Qiu She raised his hands in front of him. His mind was blank at this moment. He didn't know what to do. He just kept shaking. It was a manifestation of extreme anger and sadness.
When Goerile saw Qiu She coming, he didn't take him seriously at all and still reached out to grab him aggressively.
Qiu She's eyes were already bloodshot at this time, as if burning with two flames. He stared at Gojile intently, as if he was staring at his mortal enemy...